Chapter 004: The Old Superstitious Man

I nodded slightly and sat down on the sofa. The old superstitious man went into his bedroom. Although I usually joke around with him, at that moment, I had no intention of joking. I was solely focused on how to get him to talk, how to make him reveal what was really going on with the stone statue in my home.

The old superstitious man opened the door; he appeared to be in good spirits. He was dressed in a black Zhongshan suit, his hair was very white, and his face was quite wrinkled, yet still rather rosy. At that moment, a middle-aged man in his thirties suddenly walked out of his room. This man was dressed in a complete black suit and was quite handsome, especially his sharp eyes, which exuded an imposing presence.

There are many such instances, although in this world where all superstitions are debunked and scientific civilization is being built, the old superstitious healer, Li Laotou, has indeed cured many of these strange ailments that scientific methods cannot treat.

A little fellow I used to like quite a bit. "You brat, you actually came! Come in," said the old superstitious man as he gave my head a hearty pat. With that, he turned and went inside.

Who is not afraid of ghosts? I used to comfort myself by saying that ghosts are all good, that most ghosts do not harm people. NO, that is a big mistake, everyone. I solemnly tell you based on my experiences from a year later, do not believe in benevolent ghosts

Old Superstition, open the door! I shouted loudly at the door. I met Old Superstition seven years ago when I was about eleven years old. Since then, he often came to play with me, and I can say I grew up under his watchful eye, so I wouldn't be too polite with him

I found myself at the doorstep of Old Man Li's house. In the past, Old Man Li actually had a wife who lived in the urban area. It seems that after his wife passed away, he moved to our town to live.

Let me digress for a moment. After a person dies, they possess a soul. Generally, a person will reincarnate after the seventh day following their death. Those who remain in the human realm are typically those with grievances or unfinished business. Generally speaking, good people or those without an intense desire to accomplish something will reincarnate. Take, for instance, the incident where Hao Zejiang laughed during Mr. Wang's funeral; this is the source of misfortune. The growth of that tumor serves as an example. Although this spirit does not seek your life, it can still bring harm to you. Generally speaking, good people or those without an intense desire to accomplish something will reincarnate. Take, for instance, the incident where Hao Zejiang laughed during Mr. Wang's funeral; this is the source of misfortune. The growth of that tumor serves as an example. Although this spirit does not seek your life, it can still bring harm to you.

Old Li said, "I've had enough fun with you these past few days. After visiting Congzi and Pengguang in Chengdu, I still have to return to Wujang Town." As soon as he came out, he turned back to bid farewell to Old Mixin. He then glanced at me and, with a look of confusion, remarked, "This kid is really interesting, carrying a curse and a fierce ghost on him, quite amusing indeed." After saying this, he strode over to a BMW parked by the roadside and drove off.

I followed the old superstitions and carried my mother to bed. After that, I made some ginger soup for her to drink, and then I casually prepared some food at home. After eating, I headed towards the house of the old superstition.

Of course, my subsequent experiences are secondary; I will continue with the main topic.

The old superstitious person instructed me after giving me the talisman: "When you return, stick the talisman on that stone statue, then sprinkle some glutinous rice on it a few times to make it suffer a bit and learn a lesson. Otherwise, if I hadn't arrived in time, you would have been in trouble. Your family doesn't owe him anything; if it weren't for your mother constantly stopping me, I would have dealt with him long ago"

Oh, how superstitious! You still know such wealthy people who drive BMWs? I looked at that BMW, not knowing what brand it was, but I felt that BMW must be quite impressive, something that ordinary people cannot afford.

It seems that the old superstition did not intend to hide anything from me, as it immediately said: "In fact, this matter dates back more than twenty years, specifically to your father, and to a very respected master of yin and yang, Mr. Chen."

Of course, he has never been caught, and the other people in town are vaguely aware of this matter, yet no one intervenes. The main reason is that the old superstitious man has a good reputation. Although people often like to call him an old superstitious person when they see him on the street, many actually consult him when they have problems, as he is quite capable.

Later, someone asked the old superstitious man what was going on. The old superstitious man said that the ghost was Mr. Wang, who had just died in the East Village. At the time of Mr. Wang's funeral, Hao Zejiang happened to pass by and perhaps encountered something joyful, causing him to laugh. Thus, he became entangled with Mr. Wang's spirit. Fortunately, Mr. Wang had a good temperament in life and only played tricks and pranks. If he had been a malicious person, Hao Zejiang would have long since lost his life.

The old superstitious man looked at me with a smile and said, "What’s the matter? The once fearless Xiao Huizi is now afraid of ghosts?"

The old superstitious man lives on the first floor of a residential building, in a house of approximately seventy square meters. The decoration is quite simple. Upon entering, there is a living room, followed by a kitchen, a bedroom, and a bathroom, all rather straightforward.

Once, in Zhendong Street, there was a family with the surname Hao. Their child, named Hao Zejiang, was sixteen years old at the time. Everything was fine until he suddenly developed a strange illness, with a large lump growing on his back, about the size of a fist. They went to a clinic for a check-up, and the clinic diagnosed it as a sarcoma, stating that he needed to undergo surgery at the hospital. However, there were superstitious individuals present who claimed that this was caused by a ghost, suggesting that the ghost was playing a prank.

As soon as I entered, the old superstitious person pointed to the sofa and said, "You sit down first, I will go get the talisman for you"

This old superstitious man often promotes these feudal superstitions, yet the people in the town do not dislike him. Although this fellow frequently peeks at widows while they bathe, I used to do the same when I was young. I often played with Xiang Ge, a childhood friend I grew up with. The old superstitious man would sneak into people's bathrooms and create a gap to spy, while Xiang Ge and I would keep watch for him. I often played with Xiang Ge, a childhood friend I grew up with. The old superstitious man would sneak into people's bathrooms and create a gap to spy, while Xiang Ge and I would keep watch for him.

At that time, no one believed him. Hao Zejiang's parents took him to the hospital for surgery, which was very successful; the tumor was removed in just two cuts. However, unexpectedly, the very next day after being discharged, another tumor appeared, and it was even larger and more frightening than the previous one. This left the Hao family somewhat puzzled. They then sought the help of an old superstitious practitioner. Without saying a word, the practitioner took out vermilion and yellow paper, drew a talisman, and prepared a bowl of water. After burning the talisman and throwing it into the water, he stirred it and had Hao Zejiang drink it. The next morning, when Hao Zejiang got up, the tumor had disappeared.

Old superstitions, I want to know what that thing really is, and also, do ghosts actually exist in this world? I finally asked this question, although I already had some answers in my heart

The old superstitious man soon took out a talisman from his room and handed it to me. I took the talisman and began to examine it. This talisman was quite similar to those seen in movies, but the characters were very hastily drawn, to the point that it was difficult to discern what they were. Moreover, in the center of the talisman, there was a square seal, similar to the kind that calligraphers used to stamp their names on their works after finishing.